"Youcall him Cindy?" Karen asked. "And who are you?" she asked toMistress.Karen, another clerk, is the most underrated beauty in the company.Shoulder...length blonde hair. Generally no makeup at all that I cansee, except for a light rose lipstick. She dresses smartly withoutbeing flashy. Her skirts are always a tasteful length, but because sheis on the tall side they seem to ride up delightfully when she sits,showing plenty of her lovely thighs. I had sat next to her all day inclass,. She has helped me deal with some issues in my life. I value our friendship. Marie asked me to accompany the two of them to this concert in some town an hour away from where we live. Actually, she unnecessarily twisted my arm to go with them. My gut told me not to go. Driving to a place I didn’t know, to see a band I didn’t know, with a man I have never met before, seemed a really good way to have an eventful, uncalm, unchill adventure. But I wanted to show appreciation for her friendship. I stood somewhat breathlessly, resigned to assisting the MIB’s when they arrived when a small globe, slowing swirling with blue pastel shades appeared beside me out of seemingly nowhere.I slowly turned to confront my floating blue companion, quite aware that it was violating several laws of nature, and smiled. The colors began to lose their distinction and I heard a delicate feminine voice mutter a single, yet crystal clear petition for help. Don’t ask me how I could understand; I reckon I’ll. "There was a general consensus of disappointment that demonstrated itself in a groan. Most all of us were looking at each other. I noticed several people looking at me more than the usual. Maybe some of it was my imagination, but it could well be because I had just arrived and had two casts on. I wasn't sure.Jessica was one. She was sitting between her mother and father. I could tell this was hard for her. She wanted to be there, between them. She also wanted to be with me. That was obvious.